Like a Prayer

Mom entered my room with an expression that was one part horrified and another part perplexed. She came over to the bed where I layed and looked at the swollen penis, standing upright at the center where my thighs met. I was still dazed from my first discovery of the orgasm, at least in full consciousness, but thanks to my new settings, I was ready for more. My modesty settings were still zero and somehow I got a little twinge being exposed there in front of my mom.

“Honey, you really ought to go in to see the doctor. That really doesn’t look normal,” Mom suggested, staring at the rock-hard cock. She grimaced looking at the thing.

“Mom, I’m fine,” I said, trying to look as relaxed and comfortable as possible. “If you go to Doctor Hollis, he’ll tell the Institute and the Institute will take me away to their quarantines or holdings. Do you really want that?”

“Well... no dear. But that really should be looked after, though. It looks like it’s going to explode,” Mom said. She had a faint look of repulsion at the throbbing cock. Her Bodily Disgust setting must be high.

“I’ve had this type of situation before. It’s fine. I just need a bit of help…” I pleaded.

“That’s why I said go to a hospital or the doctor. Cliff, if we talk to Doctor Hollis and explain carefully, I’m sure he won’t report you and he can get that fixed,” Mom said.

“Mom. It’s a buildup of… cum. It just needs… uhhh… escape out of my body.” Cum was the word I came up to explain the white muck that shot out that was not urine. I came up for it after initially calling it muck, but muck didn’t sound pleasant. But muck backward is is kcum and cum is just easier to spell. I was just trying to make up something, so I can feel Mom’s plump lips on my penis. “Can you just help me relieve it, so it settles down. It goes back to normal if you just massage it and let out some of the pressure building up inside.”

“I'm not sure, Cliff... Maybe we should go see a professional to get that help?” Mom suggested.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself,” I spat.

I started stroking myself in front of Mom, who watched with concern. As I reached for my penis, Mom spoked up, “Cliff, darling. You’re going to hurt yourself. Let me help if you won’t go see a doctor.”

“I need to let out the pressure, Mom.” Fake desperation in my voice.

“I’ll help you, dear. But promise me if it doesn’t go back normal…. promise me you’ll go have it looked at,” Mom pleaded.

“I promise.” I was nodding my head with enthusiasm. Finally, time to feel those juicy lips on my cock.

I’m sure it went back to normal, right? I couldn’t exactly walk around with this thing in my pocket constantly, could I? I could just always raise my Suppression settings in the artifact, I thought.

“What do you want me to do?” Mom asked, coming near the bed, approaching where I lay.

“Maybe… you can try sucking some of it out? There’s definitely a buildup of cum in there. If you put your mouth on the tip and suck some of it out…?” I suggested as if the cum was venom she had to suck out. She looked quite unsure.

I got on the edge of the bed and sat over it. Mom still looked at disgust at the thing. She wasn’t so much disgusted by the penis, a penis wasn’t something of disgust in itself for her or any woman in this community. It was just another extension of the human body in this world. It was more like looking at a swollen hand or swollen feet. The thing was abnormal and for her disgusting. Still, she gripped it with her hands gingerly. Her initial touch of it gave me the chills. Her hand was clammy and cold. She must have been washing dishes.

“Does that hurt? I’m not hurting you am I, Cliff?” Mom asked, barely ghosting the skin of my shaft as if a firmer grip would tear the thing. Her eyes wander from the throbbing thing she held to my own eyes, checking carefully to make sure I wasn't in pain.

“No, that’s great, Mom. I can feel it getting better. Can you just put your mouth on it and try sucking it out,” I wanted to feel how it felt to have a blowjob. Like in that video. Mom’s luscious lips wet themselves. I couldn’t wait to feel those two plump pieces around my cock. My body was shivering with anticipation. Got to control myself. Can't blow my load before she gives me a "blowjob".

“Just tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable,” Mom said.

Mom bent down and placed her mouth on the tip of the erect penis. I leaned with my elbows on the bed. With her juicy lips sealed around the opening of the cock, Mom made sucking sounds like that of her vacuum. She was literally trying her best to suck the cum out. It didn’t look anything like the video with her being so new to it. Her throat was just sucking in air while her mouth covered the tip. When nothing came out, she asked, “It doesn’t seem to be coming out.”

“I think you have to agitate it a bit. Maybe…” Recalling the blowjob video. “Maybe bob your head on it. I think the deeper you go, the more you can get out of it.”

Mom looked confused by that explanation. Mom stared at the cock again and then took more of it into her mouth. Her hands parted her crimson hair behind her ear. Half of the erect cock was in her throat now, she continued making sucking sounds. The feel of her tongue around the bottom of the shaft was incredible. She kept wriggling her tongue round there like she wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it. She slathered a coat of her spit on my penis, lubricating the rod with her moistness. I bent my head back as she kept trying to pull out the cum from my cock with her sucking, making TSUUUUUUUU sounds.

“More agitation,” I panted. “Just move your head up and down so it can be squeezed out…. *pant* I think. Use your tongue more, please, mom. I think if you use your tongue more it'll help.”

“WHIKE *BLURB* FIS?” Mom blabbered with a mouth full of my penis. Moving her head up and down on the cock, her tongue slathering the bottom of my shaft.

“Bit faster, Mom. That’s it. God. Your mouth feels so good.”

Mom's handful of breasts were swelling and jiggling out of her blouse as her head bounced up and down on my dick. Her piercing turquoise eyes kept steady eye contact with mine, unblinking as she guzzled down my man sausage in her mouth. Her luscious pink lips formed a nice circle seal around the base of the cock where she still kept trying to suck away, hoping to draw out her son's cum like she was sucking out of a straw to a thick unyielding milkshake.

I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of Mom’s mouth devouring the thing between my legs. I kept letting out ragged breaths and moans. She removed her mouth from my cock and asked, “Are you alright, dear? You sound like you are in pain.”

“No... Oh good lord... It feels bloody great. I can feel it coming, don’t stop sucking on it, Mom.” I gasped. It was agony when she stopped. Why did she stop? Keep sucking mom.

My mother put her wet lips back on my penis, and finally, I reached down to help her. I couldn’t take her teasing anymore. I gently pushed her head down and said, “I’m almost there. I can feel it coming through.”

My hips were bucking wildly, trying to push my cock deeper into mom’s mouth. Mom’s eyes widen, and she let out a few gags as my cock went deeper inside her throat. I wanted more real estate inside of her. My cock wanted to explore all the places inside of her as I crammed her mouth with my swollen cock. Mom caressed my thighs while I used her mouth, probably sensing I was in pain and wanted to comfort me. But this wasn’t pain. This was… ecstasy. It was one thing to beat off with your palms, another inside your mom's oriface.

Then it happened. I let go of Mom’s face and rubbed at my cock frantically. It was like I was trying to scratch away an incredible itch deep inside my cock with my palms. I was shaking, my whole body trembled with the sensation of it. My dick throbbed and pulsated, shooting drops of the white glue-like substance onto my mother’s watching face. Mom turned her head slightly, let out soft squeamish whimpers, and closed her eyes as more of it rained on her face and neck. Her pastel freckled face and crimson hair were coated in a new paint of opaque pearl.

She winced as the droplets of my cum started trailing down her face. When she opened her eyes, finally, she grimaced, feeling uneasy over the liquid pools covering her. My cock was finally relieved. The swelling in the cock subsided, it started to shrink back to its normal condition.

Mom stared at the cock and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank Goodness. It worked, Cliff. Although… it was quite a mess.”

She dragged a finger over the face, cupping a bit of the goo on it. Mom looked it and appeared to gag. Her disgust setting was still too high. “I… better go wash up, dear. You wash up too. This is filthy.”

I thought of something in my post-orgasmic state. I got up and reached for her face. She winced. I pulled on her ear, the same side as the one I pulled on mine.

“What was that for?” Mom asked, curious.

“Oh… you had a hair there. Thank you, Mom. Thanks for relieving that pressure.” I sighed.

“Anytime, dear. I’m glad you are alright... I’ll... go wash my face now.” Mom said, getting up off her knees, straightening her dress, and walking away.

I took out my phone the minute she left and entered the Bluetooth Device Manager. It appeared.

Device Found:
PD-m-38-22-91 Implant

That must be hers. Eureka! I checked the settings. Under Bodily Disgust, it was set at 8. I slid it to 2. To see what would happen. I followed Mom afterward towards the bathroom. She turned on the tap, examined herself in the mirror, and started brushing the white gunk off her face with her palms. She cupped a bit of water and splashed her face with it. Mom then noticed a bit of gunk still left on her neck. She dipped a wad of the white goo on her fingertips and scrutinized it. Mom then placed the dirty finger into her mouth, tasted it, and when her finger reappeared, the wad had disappeared. She licks her lips and has a satisfied smile.

So it worked. I quickly ran to my room and I tried looking up her device again to do more tests, but it displayed: Device Disconnected. Maybe it only works for a while or stops working after she goes out of range?

I needed to run more tests. Downstairs, the front door creaked open, and I could hear a female voice say, “Mommmm… I’m home.”

After washing up, I came downstairs, and Sophia was taking off her boots. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her shirt was covered in soot. Her pink nipples and outline of her orange-sized breasts silhouetted the stained clothes she was wearing. She must have been in the woods directing the miners to dig up the sinkholes. I caught a nice long drink of her bodily form. I've been living with two hot pieces of ass for this long and never noticed.

“Hard day?” I asked.

“Unbelievably. I need a shower,” Sophia said.

Sophia took off her shirt in front of me and tossed it around her shoulder, sauntering towards the showers. I was startled at first but realized I had no reason to be. I’ve seen her naked a million times and she doesn’t mind. I gave her a good leer as she walked in the showers and turn on the tap. I must have licked my lips. My penis was twitching again, being recharge on the sight of my older sister’s body. Looking over at her limber body in the shower, I had an idea for how I could run more tests.